On Work and Disasters

It is a Saturday and I’m supposed to be working. Instead, I’m watching TV, but I don’t find it particularly restful. I feel antsy, like I should be doing something else. Something inside me wants to be up and about, doing some kind of productive work. Is it the coffee I just drank? I’m not really sure. Saturdays are usually my busiest days. In the … Continue reading On Work and Disasters